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The ferry, retired, tilts in tidal silt,  
its hull a patchwork of corroded gilt.  
The engine room, now open to the rain,  
lets daylight through the fractures in each chain.  
The ramp lies folded like a broken jaw,  
its cables frayed above the mud-caked floor.  
A cormorant folds up its black wing,  
and from the wheelhouse, rust falls in a ring.

The retired ferry lists where river water slows,  
Rust freckles bloom along its shuttered side;  
Through broken rails, the marsh grass lifts and grows,  
While evening stains the estuary wide.  
Its engine room collects the rain’s dull chime,  
Beneath, the tide slides out through ropes and weeds;  
Each porthole holds a square of evening time,  
A heron stands on one black leg among the reeds.